"I am your delivery girl!" She smiles and winks. Dragging the paper back into her mouth she slaps it down onto the circular table and holds it with a forehoof. "You four have been tasked with unlocking the mystery of the Blackwash Family Crypt and retrieving something called the "White Tome." This needs to be found before anypony else gets there." She looks around the table and scans the group. "Supposedly, each one of you has been specially chosen for this because of your skills. So I expect you won't let the master down." She picks the paper back up and stuffs it into her breast-pouch. ----------
Timestopper got up "well lets head back to where faux is I bet she is wondering where we are" Timestopper gave out a laugh
Ahem. Go to the sign-ups first, before posting please. I'll see if you got it. You'll met everypony there. Then come back to this thread. http://www.everypony.com/forums/showthread.php?9691-Legends-of-New-Equestria That is all. In the year XXXX, a great magical force blew the entire world to a barren wasteland, so each and every Alicorn was banished from the land... ...It is our job to rebuild and repopulate this land, but it will be difficult... ...We will face many hardships like: sickness, drought, The Dawn of Change, The New Solar Empire, The Lunar Knights, the harsh climate, and many more... Good luck, everypony!!
Brisk sat in her small home quietly. Thinking.. Thinking. Quest, go, quest, FLITTER, hard, ow, black,black,black. said the vision once again. "Shut up, vision!" thought-replied Brisk.
Coughing and wheezing, Narrowleaf awoke. He had the nightmare again. He was walking down the dimly lit hallway of a castle, the shadows mocking him. Narrowleaf had reached the end of the corridor, so he reached for the door, then a loud explosion blew the dark fortress apart. He landed in the middle of a ruined shop, dizzy and confused. Whenever he fainted in the dream, he rose in reality. Once he calmed, he remembered where he was. The cold, dark, barren wasteland. Home.
Brisk looked outside, absently. Her mind was soaring with galaxies that had beauty still, so it took her a moment to see the pony outside.
After his episode, Narrow Leaf felt as if he was being watched. "Probably another Changeling." He thought. He couldn't quite see where somepony would be watching him from, due to the black night. "If you're watching me, you'd better run or have a pretty strong jaw-bone!!" He called out.
She crept outside, and her horn lit up. "Are you ok, out there?" she said, with a pleasant voice, high, warm, and soft.
Yet another prime example of people completely missing the point of satire. Ginger hate has existed in the UK for quite some time, and South Park was simply making fun of it. Rightfully so, I might add; if you thought hating someone for the color of their skin was absolutely ridiculous, hating someone for their hair color adds a whole 'nother level to that stupidity. All that aside, I never saw the point in blaming any kind of media for suicides and school shootings and the whatnot. People are responsible for their own actions, regardless of whatever video game, musician, book, or movie supposedly "drove" them to perform those actions. It is up to each person to determine for themselves the lines between fantasy and reality, right and wrong. And when a person crosses those lines, it's not because Eric Cartman pushed them across; it's because they chose to cross. Anyway, I guess in a roundabout way it's a good thing that blame's being directed at South Park. Folks are drawn to controversy, and for every news source that wags their finger at Parker and Stone, a whole sea of new viewers will tune in to Comedy Central to see the madness for themselves.
"U-uh y-yeah." He replied, nervous as always. "S-sorry about that, I can k-k-kinda feel when s-somepony is watching m-me. My n-name's Narrowleaf. What's y-yours?"
"Brisk" she replied. "And, you notice you're stuttering?" she said, a smile tugging at her lips. "Are you cold?"
All of the sudden a meteor flashed through the sky. In a flash, a scorching pegasus stood behind Narrowleaf. "Thank god, I've been looking for someone to talk to for hours. But we're in a bit more trouble than that. I'm Fire Bolt, but you can call me either name for short. Sorry if i interrupted." He said.
"It's fine. W-we..." He tried. "It's okay. I'm Narrowleaf. And this is, uh... B-Brisk. And We-" He knew that he should probably keep quiet due to his deep fear of mares.
"That w-would be l-l-nice." Narrowleaf squeaked. "Nothing out in N-New Equestria, anyways." He followed them inside.
The house was warm inside, and smelt like oranges. Paintings aligned the walls that was painted a light blue. Brisk blinked, and her brow furrowed.
Blaze looked at Brisk, calculating what to say. "What are you thinking about Brisk?" He asked her. He knew the look. When he served the royals, they had it on their faces all the time.
